I can’t think of a single thing with more potential than that.
Yes, absolutely. I’ll set you up on the vegetable chopping and it’ll keep you out of the way for the real chef. I’m just kidding, I love having you in the kitchen.
I’m glad you don’t mind me bugging you in the kitchen, I like watching you work your magic. And I don’t mind helping here and there—even if it’s only fetching you the things you need.
Your schedule is always full since we always find something to do.
You’re right. But dinner sounds amazing. I can help? And by help, you know I mean get in the way.
The best feeling really. But, on that topic. Do you think I could cook for you tomorrow night and we could have a little talk?
Yes, yes—I’d love that, actually. I’ll clear my (non-existent) schedule.
Yes, it certainly has. We haven’t actually done anything, but I’m excited to finally have all that on the table.
Me too, Kurt. Just knowing that everything is out in the open and we finally have the option. It’s…it’s a really nice feeling.
No. Oh my goodness, Blaine Anderson, no it isn’t. Miss July…she saw my mark. I know you have one too.
And all day she’s giving me these…terrible looks, like she wants to just, break me in half or something. I swear I put concealer on it this morning, like I always do!
Oh…oh. Wow, I’m sorry, Rachel. And yeah…I do, and I know how hard it is to keep covered.
What she thinks…it doesn’t matter. She just doesn’t understand, like a lot of other people. It’s not your fault. I’m sure she’ll get over it sometime, she can’t just treat you badly for it.
Pumped Up Kicks just came up on shuffle and the afternoon has gone quite well.
I’m pretty sure the entire week so far has been going quite well, if i I do say so myself.
She saw it.
Is everything okay, Rachel?
They are. Being a pedestrian around these parts is getting to me. I don’t care if you’re running late; you’re supposed to yield.
The rules are completely different in this city according to half of the insane people running around.
If one more bike messenger feels the need to nearly clip me on every single one of their sharp turns…
Those bikers are absolutely insane, Quinn. They will run you down and then blame you for it.
A certain shift happened within Kurt as Blaine moved closer to him. The sudden need to protect and consume overtook him. His fingers moved along Blaine’s arm, seeking out the mark on his wrist. He needed to feel it, to categorize that it was real and that it was really happening. He almost wished they were back in the apartment and not in public surrounded by random people and cars passing them by. After a year of waiting on edge for this amazing news, Kurt wanted to be alone to celebrate the immensity of the part of their relationship that was bound to shift. A shift that he’d yearned for every since his own mark had been revealed.
Kurt kissed Blaine back, his whole body buzzing with the pleasure and excitement of the situation. He marveled in the fact that they were actually able to do this freely. In Lima, they staunch the PDA between them, keeping it to soft fingertip brushes and looped arms. Never ever would they have been openly kissing like they were now. He thought that no matter where they were, they’d still be doing this, though. There was so much pent up tension and worry between them. It all seemed to fall away and all they were left with the love between them and the incredible happiness of the situation working out to the best it could’ve.
The fingers that began brushing a soothing pattern over the raised ‘S’ moved to tangle with Blaine’s, Kurt gripping the hand tight as if to pull him closer. The space between them was already narrow and they were in public. He’d have time to really claim and assert his dominance over his boyfriend, the urge pressed insistently against the front of his mind, but he pushed it back and made the simple celebration the real emphasis of the kisses they were sharing. He let it go on for a couple more minutes, their lips connecting and reconnecting, the kisses soft and gentle. “I love you, you know?” Kurt said in between a kiss, trying to catch a couple gasps of air. “We should get up and start to head home, but I can’t. I don’t want to move away from you for one second.” He moved a little further back, just out of reach to stop the kissing for the time being.
Blaine felt a rush of warmth flood his body despite the fact that it wasn’t the warmest of nights in New York City. His skin prickled with the heat that he felt, covering his body, and twisting low in his belly in response to the way Kurt touched and kissed him. A soft little noise escaped him, muffled by Kurt’s lips as they moved perfectly in time with Blaine’s own, the gentle fingers that brushed against the mark on his wrist made him practically swoon and want. He could feel the change between them happening already, a shift in their dynamic—if you will. It wasn’t a bad thing at all; it caused a little buzz of excitement inside of him actually. Now that everything was out in the open, all that was left to happen was for them to act on it, and god—that only made Blaine want it all more than he’d been craving it already.
They would of course, have to control themselves. They were in the middle of a crowded city, and Blaine suddenly became conscious of his surroundings again even though it all faded out just moments ago. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as Kurt’s hand slide into his own, feeling him grip tightly only it and without a second thought Blaine moved closer. The younger male’s eyes were closed in bliss as their lips joined in parted in a slow and gentle manner, but the desperation and built up tension between them shined through. Blaine smiled against Kurt’s mouth after he’d spoken, enjoying the few lingering seconds of the heavenly kiss before his boyfriend pulled away. A quiet whine slipped past Blaine’s lips as he attempted to chase Kurt’s with his own, instead settling for letting their foreheads lean together.
“I love you too…” He finally uttered breathlessly, collecting himself as much as he could while he took in multiple deep, ragged breaths to make up for the lack of oxygen. His entire body was thrumming, skin tingling, and mind racing. “You’re right though, we should go home. Too many people around.” Blaine whispered, nudging his nose against Kurt’s cheek in an affectionate manner. “I’m right here, right by your side and I won’t go anywhere. We can take a cab back to the apartment and then you can have me just as close again. Or any way you want me.” The words came out effortlessly; Blaine’s voice was low and soft as he tried to reason with the situation.
For a moment as Blaine’s words rushed through his ears and really took effect, the air started to get a little heavier and breathing became somewhat of a chore. A fear, one that he never allowed to even become a thought until now, settled in the pit of his stomach. What if it wasn’t what they wanted it to be? What if they weren’t as lined up and perfect as they thought? He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why that became the first thing to run through his head when Blaine prepared to reveal something so important, but he couldn’t hold back the worry anymore. His heart was racing, beating so fast it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. Dry mouth, sweaty palms, erratic heartbeat.. is that what a heart attack felt like? He wanted to shout out or jump off the bench, suddenly not ready for whatever the news was.
Instead, he collected himself and forced himself to keep the stone composure he always had. Kurt was the strong one between them, he always had been and always would be. Gulping in some of the thick air that seemed to sit still and collect around them, Kurt smiled dreamily as he continued to listen to Blaine’s words. The worry that only moments before seemed to consume him, fell away. Blaine was right, they were soul mates, whatever was between them was so right. Whatever it was, whatever the reveal showed, it would be okay. Blaine was his other half.. his soul mate.
He felt like protesting as Blaine pulled his hand away, but as his boyfriend began to pull his dress shirt up, the words got caught in his throat. His eyes watched eagerly as he pulled away the bracelet to expose a bare wrist, a bare wrist with a perfect ‘S’ on it. Picking up his eyes to meet Blaine’s, a face splitting smile played across his lips. Of course that was what was there. Of course they were completely and totally meant to be. Every single piece of them fit so perfectly together. Forgetting where they were for a second, Kurt gripped the side of his boyfriend’s face lightly, moving in to press a soft kiss against somewhat dry lips. “That’s perfect, Blaine. You really are mine. You’re mine in every single way. The same way that I’m yours. Perfect, love. Perfect,” he whispered softly as he pulled away, his forehead pressing against Blaine’s, Kurt refusing to break contact in that moment.
Exposing the mark on his wrist to Kurt left Blaine feeling exposed to him in a whole new way, but it was far from an unpleasant feeling. He felt a massive weight lift off of previously heavy shoulders now that the truth was out in the open. An immense feeling of happiness washed over him when Kurt’s blue eyes locked on his own warmer eyes, the smile on his boyfriend’s face enough to make his heart swell and thud wildly in his chest. It was exactly what he’d hoped to see when he shared this piece of information with the older male, and from the look of it—Kurt was just as happy as Blaine was that they were the perfect match in every single way.
Blaine’s eyes widened slightly when Kurt gripped both sides of his face gently, but they quickly fluttered closed when the other leaned in and he allowed himself to revel in the press of their lips even if it only lasted a couple of seconds. He couldn’t help the grin that graced his expression when Kurt spoke to him, his voice so soft and the words genuine. Blaine inhaled a shaky breath and hummed contently as their foreheads rested against each other’s. Hearing Kurt calling him his had an entirely different meaning now, and he nearly shivered at all it entailed.
“It’s amazing, and so perfect. I’m all yours—I always have been.” He mumbled the words softly in response, uncaring of their placement on a bench in the middle of a busy city as he leaned in again, allowing his lips to brush against Kurt’s perfectly soft pair. Blaine had gone a year without being able to kiss Kurt whenever he wanted to, he’d be damned if anything stopped him from doing so ever again. Crowded city or not, he longed to be close to his boyfriend. The city seemed to fade away and become a quiet noise in the distance, his mind much more focused on the fact that Kurt’s lips were against his and he had shifted as close as he possibly could.
It never ceased to amaze Kurt how adorable Blaine could be. They’d been together for what seemed like forever and he’d seen his boyfriend through every up, down, twist and turn. Things still surprised him, though. Sometimes, Blaine would get a look, a little look in his eyes or a contortion of his face he’d never seen before. His palms would sweat and his heart rate would increase as he categorized yet another one of his boyfriend’s looks. Now wasn’t any different. Hazel eyes glanced up under beautiful, long lashes and Kurt felt his breath hitch. He didn’t know how someone so confident and sure of themselves could look so vulnerable, so innocent, with one little look. Taking a couple deep breaths, Kurt allowed himself to return the look, adoration and love radiating back at the boy beside him.
“I want you to share everything with me, Blaine. I think I know what this is about and just know, you don’t have to rush into telling me. That’s going to be great to finally know, but don’t think that’s all I care about, okay,” Kurt mumbled softly, his hand moving to cover Blaine’s on his thigh. The gentle warmth of Blaine’s bronze colored skin brought a smile to his face. So many times in the year prior, Kurt longed for the simple little touches like this. The cold winter and lukewarm spring brought the ache to the forefront of his mind, his hands desperate for the warmth he was receiving now. It didn’t matter if it was hot, cold, chilly or snowing, Blaine’s warmth always brought Kurt an immense amount of comfort. He tangled their finger together and took another couple deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever was on Blaine’s mind.
Getting lost for a second as he waited for Blaine to speak, Kurt thought back to when he revealed his position to his boyfriend not even a year ago. The thought of being a dominant threw him off when he first found out. Most of his life, people tried to push him around and for the most part, he took it. So when it was revealed that he carried the mark of dominant, it surprised him more than probably everyone else. Blaine had been happy of course, but the thought of not matching up with his boyfriend when the time came loomed like a dark cloud. They’d work through it, of course, their love was stronger than any marking or placement in the world. Kurt couldn’t stop himself from hoping, though. Coming back from his thoughts, Kurt squeezed the hand in his and reverted his attention back to his boyfriend, smiling down at him in a reassuring way.
The overwhelming nerves that had built up inside of Blaine confused him more than anything. He had good news to share, so why was he so antsy about it? The longer he thought about that—the more he realized how difficult it had been to keep a secret from Kurt ever since he’d turned eighteen. Granted it wasn’t all that long ago, but it was a hard thing to do when his first reaction to any kind of news was to call his boyfriend. They had agreed when Kurt’s mark showed up that they’d do their best to work with whatever came onto his, and that they wouldn’t discuss it until Blaine could do it in person and make it somewhat special.
It was more to him than just a silly little mark on his wrist that determined his sexual instincts and desires. It was clear that when he and Kurt finally took the next step, Blaine would be even more attached to Kurt than he already was. It wasn’t about sex; it was about a commitment and sharing something meaningful with the person he loved more than anyone else in this world. Everything was heightened between the two of them and there was tension so thick that it was almost overwhelming, with this new information Blaine knew that it would all melt into something incredible instead. There would be no more secrets, no more worries in the back of their minds, they would officially be free to share everything together.
Kurt’s words warmed his heart and he swore he could feel himself falling even deeper in love with the older boy. He shook his head and smiled softly as he spoke. “I know that there is no rush, but I can feel it. I can feel the way that things have changed inside of me since—and I can’t imagine how it’s been for you since you’ve been dealing with it longer. And keeping this from you has been torture.” Blaine sighed, biting down on his inner cheek as his eyes glanced down where Kurt’s hand rested comfortably on top of his own. “I love you…you know that. And every day that’s passed—it only grows. There have been so many times where I’ve been reminded of just how perfect you are for me, and how wholeheartedly I believe that we’re soul mates. That we just…we work, and we belong.” Blaine’s hazel eyes searched the expression on Kurt’s face when he lifted his head again, turning over the hand that rested in his boyfriend’s lap. He gently tugged up the sleeve of his dress shirt, sliding off one of the bracelets he’d been wearing, tilting his wrist a bit to perfectly expose the ‘S’ that marked his skin. “This only made me even surer of that.” Blaine said softly, his eyes never leaving Kurt.
The Rachel free environment made Kurt feel a little more relaxed and able to enjoy the time he spent out of doors and in the presence of Blaine. He loved Rachel, she felt like a sibling to him, he loved her spirit and drive, sometimes even her overbearing personality. But, at times, she seemed to always be present and pressing up against them, like she had to be included in everything and everything that happened between them. The ease without her made him feel a little better, so as they walked, Kurt breathed deeply, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure for the joy of actually being alone with his boyfriend- Rachel Berry free. It seemed like the first time in almost twelve months, an entire year, that they were together and alone. It almost felt like floating, floating from the high of the time between them.
Kurt’s eyes caught the tables as he followed Blaine’s line of sight. He nodded his head quickly, steering them towards the closest bench, grateful again for the privacy and aloneness between them. Something told him that Blaine was finally going to reveal what they’d both been so desperately anticipating. Something also told him that the news was something that he would be happy to hear. He could sense no tension overtaking Blaine. The other boy was like an open book, his emotions and thoughts laid out so openly through the looks he gave and the facial expressions he wore. They’d been together long enough for Kurt to read his boyfriend better than he could himself sometimes. so the anticipation started to surge through him as they got closer to the bench. In that moment, he didn’t care that Blaine had kept it to himself for so long. Kurt knew the excitement and shift one got when their mark was revealed. He couldn’t blame the brunette for keeping it to himself and adjusting to what it meant.
Finally, after what seemed like forever and a day, they made it to the bench, Kurt letting go of his boyfriend’s hand to let him sit down, sitting down as close as he could on the remaining bench next to him. His arm wrapped around the back of the bench, his fingers settling against the tone muscle of Blaine’s shoulder. “I can’t blame you for not wanting to go home yet. It seems like the minute we walk through the loft doors, the magic will disperse and we’ll be bombarded with questions about the evening from our favorite lady. I love her to death, but there’s some things that need to stay between you and I. I’m sensing you have an ulterior motive, though. What’s going on, love? The night has been perfect, but if you’ve got something on your mind, I’d like to hear about it.”
Blaine was relieved when Kurt agreed to finding a place—which thankfully happened to be extremely close by—to sit, and clearly he’d seen the same set up because before he knew it, he was being guided toward the selection of chairs and tables along with a few benches as well. Nerves fluttered in his stomach like a flock of butterflies trying to break free. Why? Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, though he thought it might have to do with the fact that he was about to tell his boyfriend that he was a submissive and that they could finally begin that part of their life. He’d felt about a million and one urges to give in to every little kiss and touch Kurt had supplied with him since he’d moved in, but Blaine did his best to keep himself level before the big reveal since he didn’t want to give it away entirely. But the strong urges he’d had to feel dominated by Kurt were as powerful as ever now that he was actually in his presence.
Rachel being around was a blessing in disguise, because although he valued his alone time with his boyfriend—her presence had saved him quite a few times when he’d start thinking too hard about how badly he wanted it. Wanted Kurt. Needless to say, the reminder of her being there made him remember that nothing could happen anyway. Reluctantly, Blaine released Kurt’s hand and sat himself down on the bench with a soft sigh. His eyes briefly glanced around at the people and the cars around them, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air before exhaling slowly and shifting his body so that he leaned into Kurt’s when he felt the older male’s fingers over his shoulder. The touch was so simple, but it cause sparks to ignite within him.
Blaine pushed all of the distractions of his mind away and focused on his boyfriend’s words, nodding solemnly. “I know…Rachel is wonderful but she is, well, she’s Rachel. She needs to be taken in doses and I know it’s not her fault, I’m the one invading yours and her space—I’m sure it’s weird not to have you all to herself.” He said with a small shrug of his shoulder, looking up at Kurt when he was busted. Blaine’s eyes were warm and adoring as per usual when he was looking at Kurt, but they also held a sense of shyness and vulnerability. The corner of his lips twitched up into a weak, nervous smile. “You caught me.” He chuckled, licking over his lips before glancing down, allowing his hand to rest over Kurt’s thigh. “It has been perfect—everything is perfect when it’s with you. It’s hard to believe, but it’s so, so true. And I would like to share something with you.” Blaine nearly whispered. “If you want.”
Fulfillment. The one thing that seemed to be constant since Blaine’s arrival. He’d always been happy with the other boy, their love strong and healthy between them. But, the distance managed to take a little piece of him that only one thing could really manage to replace and refit the piece. Now that Blaine was in the city, for good, Kurt felt whole and finally ready to start the rest of his life. It wasn’t like the passed year had been on hold, Kurt really making a start for himself and his life, but now- now it really started. A couple things were missing, the reveal of Blaine’s standing and the result of whatever it was. He didn’t care, really, but the some of the urges he had… he felt unable to really tamper them down and hoped more than anything else that whatever was on Blaine’s wrist would work between them.
Nights like the night they spent together always reminded Kurt why they were so perfect together. Nothing was stinted between them, the conversation flowed, the looks lingered and the touches teased. His heart fluttered out of sync more than once, and he felt himself falling harder and deeper every second that passed. The movie seemed to add to the perfection of the evening, Blaine cuddled up against his side as he let himself get absorbed in the movie. Something seemed to float in the air between them, but Kurt didn’t push it, if it was important it would reveal itself in due time.. it always did. With a genuine smile and light heart, they exited the theater to start a walk, neither wanting the night to end just yet.
A soft sigh left Kurt’s mouth as Blaine slipped his hand into his, their fingers fitting together like the last pieces of a puzzle, the finish product a masterpiece. Their step was slow as Blaine managed to stay close to him. There wasn’t a worry of teasing or foul comments. No one would say anything against them and for that, Kurt felt grateful. It was about time they got to be free and open with all the love that was between them. Kurt turned his head and smiled softly at Blaine’s words, his hand squeezing his boyfriends lightly. “I’m glad you’re finally here, too. I finally feel like the city fits, now. I’ve always loved it, but there was always something missing. Now, now it’s perfect,” he replied, his smile widening as he recognized the loving look in Blaine’s eyes. “This night.. a phenomenal way to celebrate your arrival.”
All of the excitement and emotions within Blaine made him feel as if he was going to burst at the seams at any moment now—in a pleasant way, of course. If he did explode, there would undoubtedly be a mess of confetti and glitter of some sort because that’s exactly how happy he was in that moment. Or rather since his arrival to the city. The night that they were sharing was one that he didn’t look forward to ending, which was why once dinner and the movie had come to an end; they decided to take a walk to enjoy the fresh air and the remanding high from their very first official night out in New York together. And considering that he and Kurt shared an apartment with Rachel, it gave them a chance to be uninterrupted when Blaine shared his fate with his boyfriend.
Something about the essence that settled around them was surreal, but nothing short of amazing. Blaine would have been absolutely positive that he was dreaming if it wasn’t for the warm hand that was perfectly fitted with his own. His honey-hazel colored eyes were warm and bright as he looked up at Kurt while they walked, the smile that touched the other male’s lips causing one to grow on Blaine’s as well. “It feels so good to be here permanently, to know that you and I get to face the rest of our lives together. We’ve talked about it so many times before but now we’re actually doing it.” Blaine uttered with amazement clearly showing through his tone of voice, a soft sigh slipping from his lips as he faced forward again. “This night has been perfect.” The words were soft, but as genuine as ever. It reminded him of all the dinner dates they had back in Lima and the fact that he would be getting all of their little dates and nights in back now that he was there for good.
His heart was thudding heavily in his chest and he felt a burning sensation on his wrist created by his subconscious. Granted Blaine had only been in the city for a little while, it had been impossibly hard to hide from his boyfriend. He wasn’t the secretive type, so remaining tight lipped wasn’t the easiest of tasks either. “Do you want to find somewhere to sit for a while? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to your—to our apartment yet.” Blaine suggested as his eyes caught view of multiple tables and chairs for sitting.
Ever since Blaine left Ohio for the very last time to finally get his chance to move to New York City, his life had been looking up and he’d felt a constant happiness and a buzz of excitement within himself. Of course—he was happy prior, but something was always missing and there wasn’t a doubt in Blaine’s mind that it was the absence of Kurt. It was hard to deal with being apart when he was so used to seeing him every single day, but now Blaine would happily put all of that behind him and start the second half of his life in the city of dreams with the love of his life. It all seemed too good to be true and he often had to stop himself and take it all in, Blaine grinned vibrantly at the thought of it only getting better once the last little bit of information was revealed between the two of them. And what perfect way to share the good news than after an incredible date night? The two dressed up and dined at a lovely, upscale, French restaurant.
The evening was full of easy conversation, playful banter, and loving looks exchanged from across the table. It continued with them catching a movie at one of the theaters nearby, which gave Blaine an excuse to build up the courage. Everything had gone wonderfully that evening and the love between them was so strong that it made Blaine’s heart in his chest and he knew that tonight was the night. After all—it was perfectly good news and only confirmed that the two men were compatible on all levels. Soul mates. Blaine thought to himself with a bit of a grin when they exited the theater and decided to take a walk through the heart of the city, the air was crisp and a perfect balance of warm air and a cool breeze.
The bright lights and the tall buildings around them still managed to catch Blaine’s attention; there was so much beauty and so much to take in. But even with all of the amazing and new distractions of the city, Blaine’s main focus was still on one thing. The younger boy slid his hand into Kurt’s as they walked, slotting their fingers together gently and managed to keep himself close. It was refreshing to feel a sense of comfort in the small gesture, knowing that they wouldn’t get judgmental looks from people here and if they did—it certainly wasn’t because they were two boys holding hands and being in love, it was probably because they were in someone’s way. “I’m so glad I’m finally here with you.” Blaine said after along moment of comfortable silence between the two of them, turning his head to glance up at Kurt—taking in his strong, beautiful profile and the memorizing way the lights made his perfectly pale skin glow.
Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Anderson. We’re just one of those incredibly attractive couples.
Duly noted. Flattery isn’t hard to work considering there is a lot to compliment. We do look pretty great together, don’t we?
Right. Wouldn’t happen. Sure.
You are impossible, Sebastian.
You should definitely agree. I’ll make sure to take picture evidence to convince you with next time we’re dressed to the nines.
I’m pretty sure that nothing in a suit, especially myself, will impress me much after seeing you in one.
We’ve got to make an effort to do that at least once a month. You look too good in a suit to really deprive me of it for long, don’t you think?
I think we really should, it would be nice. I can’t say that I agree to that, however, I am glad you think so.